Its frustrating. I'm not unhappy with my creative juices. They've served me well and I love having writing material in my head. But sometimes I just have to say no.
How about you? Have you ever had to say no to your own imagination?
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Saying No
Sometimes I just have to tell my muse 'no.' At least ten times a day, no matter what I'm doing or where I'm going, my muse comes up with an idea. I'm walking through the grocery store...oh look at that thing happening at the deli...that would make a great book idea. NO. I have too many things I'm working on to pick up any new ideas.
I am 33 years old and the mom of 3 little boys. I am published with Liquid Silver Books, Noble Romance, Silver Publishing, Decadent Publishing, and Ellora's Cave. Please contact me at rebecca@rebeccaroyce.com
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I am told that I tend to go overboard at times with Ideas. Great Ideas Just TOO much, so yes I have had to say no to various Muses, lol. Some are easier than others but if I am writing my poetry and I am in a zone it is hard to say no, even when I need to.
I am saying no to my muse lately as I try to edit and revise another book. It's hard to say "Okay, I need to finish revising this one before I write another" when so many ideas are running through my head.
I e-mail you so you can 'no' to my muse for me. LOL
It's a people-watching thing. *nods in understanding*
I find scribbling notes in my phone (ok, quickly typing notes) helps me remember them for future use. And sometimes I look back and say "huh? Where did THAT come from?" And delete it.
My files of ideas is long and only semi-detailed.
Oh yes.. As if having a sequel, YA being restarted, a few shorts and my 'unexpected' story isn't enough, my Muse keeps throwing things at me!
Dang woman :-)
Nice to know I'm not the only one - I often feel guilty for saying no
I try. I really do. Then my muse ties me up, holds me at knifepoint, and forces me to push forward with the idea. Swamped with ideas, I end up getting nothing done and burning out, at which point my muse gives up on me and leaves me shackled to the office chair in my own blood and tears. But he knows I secretly love it...
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